Before that fateful day in May…. before ‘the ankle incident’, while I was walking down the street, minding my own business, walking three dogs, [Acey was with us then], I had been maintaining my goal weight from Weight Watchers for over 6 months.

Unfortunately, with all the inactivity during my cast days and wheelchair days, and walking boot days, I managed to gain a few unwanted pounds.

I have been trying to get rid of them on my own in a sporadic manner that is just not cutting the mustard.

It finally dawned on me that I have weight loss peeps. A whole room full of them. They are full of positive energy, good ideas, great stories, and two point snack bars…. I mean helpful insights about losing weight.

The only thing that separates me from all those positive things is a certain Sunrise Blvd. filled with car butts.

I’ve decided to go back over there and get rid of this single digit number of pounds so I can stop fussing about it in my brain. Hard drive space is getting limited up there considering all the years I have been stuffing information in it, and I want to use that weight worry space for something more interesting. Like felted bag creation and watercolor …. hmmm, I haven’t dipped my brush in water for quite some time. SEE! I need more space up there for creating watercolors!

(I’ll pass on commenting about the ability of your brain to absorb more information…. and trust me, I have things to say about it. But more importantly, let’s stop being coy about the number. What’s the damn number you weenie?)